Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the...
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Fanny Brawne:
[speaking Keat's poem Bright Star]
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art - / Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night / And watching, with eternal lids apart, / Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, / The moving waters at their priestlike task / Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, / Or gazing on the new soft-fallen masque / Of snow upon the mountains and the moors - / No - yet still stedfast, still unchangeable / Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, / To feel for ever its soft swell and fall, / Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, / Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, / And so live ever - or else swoon to death.
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''would I were steadfast as thou art
''Not in Ione splendor hung aloft the night''
Why do you say ''not''?
''Not in Ione splendor''?
You fear I am not steadfast because
I oblige Mama by going to a dance?
Don't tease, Fanny.
Why are you Laughing?
I shall tell her I am unwell.
No, go.
Go.
Go.
Good Irish Abigail,
who never did fail to make a scone
as good as a swan.
Would you Like some jam with that, sir?
Please.
Delicious.
Fanny! Come in. It's turned cold.
Mr. Keats has gone to London with no coat.
Clip duration: 119 seconds
Views: 265
Timestamp in movie: 00h 00m 00s
Uploaded: 12 December, 2020
Genres: biography, drama, romance
Summary: The three-year romance between 19th-century poet John Keats and Fanny Brawne near the end of his life.
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00:16 I failed John Keats
00:34 Brown has said that I could learn to read still
00:19 I'm not clever with poetry
00:09 Attachment is such a difficult thing to undo
00:52 Keats and myself are strolling in a meadow
00:10 Also Mr Spenser Mr Milton and The Odyssey
00:39 Than he had in any year of his Life
00:08 He died when I was still very young
01:08 I had such a dream last night
00:42 I still don't know how to work out a poem
00:10 If poetry does not come as naturally as leaves to a tree
00:07 In what stumbling ways a new soul is begun
00:13 Touch has a memory
00:07 There is a holiness to the heart's affection
00:09 Fanny wants a knife
00:23 Will you confess this in a letter
00:11 Keats knows he can not like you
00:49 The very word is like a bell
00:22 You know I would do anything
00:29 My stitching has more merit and admirers that your two...